Meilin, a rising Esports player, is prophesied to destroy the Faerie Realm alongside the deadly demon king, Feng Deming. But what happens when Ningshun, her charming teammate with an equally inevitable fate and a mystery of his own past, steps into...
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As Ningshun approached the dorm, he came to a screeching halt, the bike's tires squealing against the asphalt. He killed the engine with a flick of his wrist in the quiet courtyard, his mind clearer than it had been in hours.
Entering the dorm, he strode through the dark hallway. 'I'll forget about it in the morning... probably.'
"Don't show up... and you'll find out."
He clenched his fist, but the image of his mother's helpless face burned in his mind. 'God, what have I done...? I hate myself. She needed me, and I... just walked away.' He sank to the floor and leaned against the wall, burying his face in his hands. "Why can't I do anything?" he whispered, his body trembling.
Turning his head, a faint light beneath a nearby door caught his attention, giving the hallway floor a soft glow. Curious, he approached the light and pushed the door open, making no noise.
There she was—Meilin, engrossed in her game, her fingers moving with speed over the keyboard, her eyes locked on the screen. 'I need to do better, be better. I can't afford to make newbie mistakes.' The monitor's glow highlighted the beads of sweat glistening on her brow.
'That mistake today really got to her.' Ningshun turned away, shoulders slumping as he rubbed his temples. 'Now, I can't—'
"God, please don't let me fail again..." Her voice trembled, tears threatening to spill as she sniffed.
His steps faltered, and he froze for a moment, a heavy breath escaping him. 'What should I do?' Torn, he shifted his gaze between his bedroom and the training room.
"Why can't I do anything?"
Recalling his earlier words, he forced his trembling legs into motion and entered the training room. Leaning against the doorframe, he cleared his throat. "Pulling an all-nighter, I see."
Startled, Meilin jumped in her seat, her fingers slipping off the keyboard. Her eyes, wide and rimmed with fatigue, met his. "N-Ningshun, you're here!"
He stepped into the room, approaching her. "What are you doing here so late?"
She pushed back a strand of hair that clung to her damp forehead. "I... I needed to practice more. Couldn't sleep."
He frowned as he took in her pale complexion, the dark circles under her eyes, and the tremor in her hands. "Yes, practice makes perfect, but you won't accomplish anything by losing sleep."
She gave a weak smile, her half-closed eyes still glued to the screen. "I know, but I have to keep up. I don't want to fall behind."
Shaking his head, he moved closer until he stood by her chair. "You're already incredibly skilled, Meilin. You don't need to push yourself so hard."
